Ark of the Immortal

"You left your own flame in Great Flame, which is the part of the first fire. This shows that this is not the first time you have awakened."

The two of them had already reached a conclusion on this matter before.

But at that time I was not sure what period it was.

"Then when you woke up for the first time, you left traces in Dayan. Of course, you will also leave traces in other places."

"In the historical legend of Minos, a goddess came here with a spiral sword. Let's first assume that that goddess is the Fire Protection Woman."

"She sealed the Spiral Sword here, and then the people here relied on the power of the Spiral Sword to develop their own civilization."

Wengstein's emotions were gradually aroused, and he looked at the undead while analyzing.

"In other words, the establishment of Terra's civilization is what you have done. The fire of civilization you left on Terra helped them resist the abyss."

"And when you woke up, you should have met the fire girl. Otherwise, she would not be carrying such an ancient thing. That spiral sword should have been made by you."

The Immortal also believes that Onstein's deduction is correct. Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain the inextricable connection between Terran civilization and flames.

Wenstein thought about it again, and finally could only frown and hit his head, "I have no other clues for the time being."

"enough."

said the immortal.

"Just find the fire girl, that's all."

Yes, since all clues and targets point to the last awakening of the undead, the fire girl carrying the spiral sword must know something.

At that time, the riddle of generations will be solved.

After coming out of Wenstein's room, the undead man couldn't calm down for a long time.

The immortal took a deep breath. Today, he had two large-scale mood swings in a row.

Although seeing the fire girl was enough to make him excited, the information analyzed during the exchange with Onstein made him feel even more confused.

What generation was there before Terra? Did the Age of Fire end soon? Or is it the deep sea age that has been indulged in the abyss and darkness?

Levantine in the hands of Shirter made the undead realize that there might be a hidden time period before Terra.

During that time period, maybe someone did something to try to ignite the initial fire?

As long as he can see the fire girl and find her.

The door opened, Melanza turned her head and saw the undead man.

"teacher."

Melanza threw the piece of wood she had just cut open with a straight knife into the bonfire in front of her, while saying hello to the undead.

"Um."

Seeing Melanza, the undead man's emotions calmed down a bit.

It was already very late when the undead man came back.

It took a long time to stay away from the town with Shirter, and it also took a long time to come back to talk to Onstein.

It was almost late at night, but Melanza had no desire to sleep yet.

She had spent a lot of time fighting today, and even after receiving Ansel's treatment, she still needed a good rest.

"It's time to rest."

Taking the firewood from Melanza's hand, the undead man leaned the sword against the wall and sat down in front of the bonfire.

"I can not sleep."

Melanza did not listen to the undead man and go to sleep as usual.

Instead, he sat a little closer to the undead man.

Then he tentatively hugged the undead man's arm.

"?" Seeing that Melanza's actions were uncharacteristic, the immortal man reached out and touched his disciple's forehead.

"Uncomfortable?"

Melanza shook her head. She didn't say anything, she just held the immortal's arm and leaned against him.

Even though he was separated by the cold armor, the little cat could still feel the reassuring aura from his teacher.

Seeing that Melanza didn't want to talk, the immortal didn't ask any more questions.

Instead, he tried not to move his left hand and allowed Melanza to lean against her for a while.

Melanza spoke amid the crackle of wood burning in the campfire.

"Teacher, are you satisfied with today's battle?"

The Immortal really didn't expect Melanza to ask this question.

"What, satisfied?"

"That is, in today's battle, did Melantha meet your expectations?"

Melanza's voice was small and timid.

In fact, Melanza had already asked the immortal this question before.

But today's performance in the battle cannot be called perfect.

Melanza asked herself, even she would feel that there was a big problem with her initial choice.

Why choose to attack hard after gaining a slight advantage?

Melanza could obviously choose a more beautiful style of play and escape from Morton.

But he was blinded by his own emotions and choices.

In addition, perhaps because of the uneasiness caused by the dream, Melantha asked this question again.

The undead man turned his head and looked.

Melanza hugged the undead man's arm, curled up into a ball, and leaned against the undead man's side.

Her eyes were fixed on the bonfire, not at all the same as when she won in the afternoon.

Snapped!

Melanza shrank her head and narrowed her eyes.

"Woo..."

Unexpectedly, the teacher would knock on her forehead. Melanza, who was completely unprepared, could only frown and use one hand to rub it.

But I heard the undead man say quietly.

"Why do you think you are here?"

"Eh? Why?"

Melanza had some doubts in her eyes.

"Because I'm here to participate in the immortal competition?"

The undead man was silent for a while, and then he spoke again.

"Why?"

"..."

Faced with this problem, Melantha's face showed confusion for a long time.

She had not thought about this problem. When she heard that she could go out for training, Melanza had no reaction.

On the contrary, when she heard that she would come to Minos with the undead, Melantha just felt very happy.

The immortal suddenly asked her this question, and Melantha really couldn't answer it for a while.

"Um..."

Seeing Melanza's confused look, the immortal knew what he should say.

"Listen, Melantha."

"You can come and participate in the immortal competition. It's because you are working hard and becoming stronger."

No matter what Melanza's purpose is, the fact that she can participate in the immortal competition with Rhode Island shows that she has the potential to be cultivated.

Melanza's long-term efforts and dedication have proved this.

"You don't know why you become stronger, but if you work hard, you will get results."

Even though Melantha doesn't have a clear goal so far, her efforts are definitely not wrong.

"But you shouldn't work hard for me."

"You belong to yourself."

"Don't ask me if I'm satisfied."

The immortal looked at Melanza and said seriously.

"You should, ask yourself."

Little Melanza glanced at the undead man, then lowered her gaze.

The undead have been trying to free Melantha from his influence.

In the eyes of the immortal, everyone should belong to themselves and should not be manipulated by others.

But Melanza actually knew it.

Whether it’s hard work or so-called talent.

She doesn't even care.

When the Immortal Man stood in front of Melantha on that desperate night to block the pursuers behind her, he had already become an indelible trace in Melantha's life.

In the beginning, she just wanted to live up to her teacher’s expectations and truly pass on the skills that her teacher taught her.

Later, when she learned that the undead man was not dead, the undead man had absolutely no idea how excited Melanza was.

Of course, Melanza also knows that a person should not be completely bound to another person, but should live for himself.

But she still wants to be able to stand with her teacher and face the dangers that the teacher will encounter.

She didn't want to be like that night again and could only watch the teacher go away.

However, Melanza definitely couldn't tell these words to the immortal.

Because she knew that the teacher didn't want to hear her thinking like this.

Her wish was too pure, so pure that it seemed as if she had left herself out.

"but."

Melanza's furry ears twitched, and she seemed to feel a warm hand touching the top of her head.

The little cat raised his head and met the undead man's gaze from under his helmet.

"If you want to get strength from, answer."

said the immortal.

"I am very satisfied."

He took off his gauntlets and tried to use his skin to calm Melantha's emotions.

"The teacher is lying..."

Melanza looked away, feeling her face getting a little warm, and murmured in a low voice.

She knew that her choice in the battle was wrong. But she was still very happy to hear the undead say this.

Melanza obediently rubbed the top of her head against the immortal's hand.

Since that dream, every time she came into contact with the undead, Melantha could dispel her uneasiness.

The immortal man said no more.

He believes that being able to find mistakes during battle and correct them in time is an act that satisfies the teacher.

But Melanza has high standards for herself, which is not a bad thing.

As long as Melantha doesn't feel uneasy because of such emotions, that's enough.